The Saga of Cone Dog
We are both bruised and beaten
Thanks to our new puppy, cone dog
He was neutered five days ago
He cannot get through the giant doggie door
We have to leave the front door propped open
Raccoons and opossums are living in here with us now
Cone Dog pushes us around from room to room
We have sharp red cone marks on our buttocks and our legs
My screaming husband was pushed into the office a second ago by Cone Dog.
I cringe as I watch the cone flinging couches out of the dog's path.
Our dog, Buddy, is using his enormous cone like a giant cow catcher
The raccoons and opossums are tired of it too.
I watch them sneak out the door, and I yell "Wait for me!"
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